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“Let Me Love You” is not just a tale of love and sacrifice but also a poignant story of self-discovery, celebrating the human capacity to find love in the most unlikely of circumstances.

Please enjoy the current WIP of Iris and El. This will be published freely up to a point… like the old days and then the entire book will be posted for the full download. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And don’t forget to check out the companion stories. (Wicked Chances, Dreams of Reality, The Convenient Wife, The Other Side of Love, She Works Hard for the Money & Ravenous)

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Chapter 25

With deadly seriousness, El said, “If I wanted Dwayne dead, he’d be dead way before now. I was there that night because I knew you needed me. I would have been there sooner, but it’s hard to get a good view in a residential area I haven’t cased.”

“So all that negative stuff about my father was because you know he hurt me and not Dwayne.”

“How do you protect him? I still don’t understand.”

She couldn’t understand it herself. Seeing her mother suffer and tell Iris it wasn’t his fault made things so difficult to walk away from.

“He loves us! He’s not a bad man! We just have to do better.”

El cleared his throat to draw her attention to him. “That voice in your head is lying to you, Iris. That sounds like you’re trying to justify your weakness to him. You’re stronger than you think you are.”

Feeling very defensive, Iris sneered, “How would you know?”

“Because you’re better than what you think you are. I’ve never seen anyone work harder to make others look so good, and if you do this for others, imagine what you can do for yourself.” 

She blushed at his compliment. 

“I saw your resume. You didn’t study forensics accounting?”

She shook her head. “My mother did. I learned everything from her by the time I was twelve, even going to class when she couldn’t because of her migraines. I was studying forensics in college for myself because I thought I wanted to work for law enforcement.”

“Why?” he inquired. “You’re better at forensic accounting than others with a master’s degree.”

Everything in her wanted to lie or disregard the answer because she never talked about her suspicions. Accusing someone of something when there was no proof was useless, but with her mother and then herself, she had a feeling… she always had a feeling—but that wasn’t proof.

“I don’t think my mother’s migraines were some inherited sickness, but I couldn’t prove anything. I was too young. And when she died of a heart attack, I was further incentivized with my course of study.”

“And no one would believe a little black girl?” he asked.

A chill swept her because that’s what her sister said when Iris confessed her suspicions to Violet. “I tried to do blood work on myself, but nothing came up.”

El pressed, “School Forensics shops mean nothing unless you know what you’re looking for. Do you still have your findings?”

Tucked away at her aunt’s house, terrified her father would find her file and destroy all the evidence she had collected over the years, but now given the chance to speak about it safely, Iris still didn’t feel comfortable.

“I happen to know an annoying homicide detective that I could coerce for a favor,” El reminded her. “With discretion to protect your research.”

“You’d use your resources for me?” she questioned in disbelief.

“As I said, I need to make your life easier so you can make mine wealthier, but I need something in return. I make a profit in everything I do, and this is no different.”

This further solidified what she remembered the fired beady-eyed office assistant saying. El would use her until her value was nothing, but she might as well use him to her advantage while she was with him. “What do you desire, El?” she asked confidently, bracing herself for the worst regarding this man.

El shifted and narrowed his eyes at her. “Your complete obedience and understanding no longer belong to anyone but me. This includes your husband and especially your father. Once you agree, only my will must be done.”

The request was simple yet complicated, sending flutters through her gut. Was this a warning? Or could this be another level to her kink? “Before I agree, I need to ask one more thing, El?”

He stood up and moved in front of her. “Ask whatever your heart desires, Iris, because if you agree to this, you’ll be mine until I desire.”

Iris sensed that her compliance was significant to him. “Why do you prefer married women? Will you destroy my soul like you’ve done to others?”

“I’ve always gotten a kick out of a devoted woman giving herself to me and only me. It’s a kink, despite my affliction, and knowing she will do whatever it takes to stay with me – and only me, is the appeal until I get tired of her smell.”

Knowing his affliction, he most likely would know if a woman strayed back to her husband, but then that would mean this man knew too much to want a woman never to sleep with her husband. Curiosity was killing Iris, trying to understand what he knew and desiring him to do whatever he wanted to her body. “Her smell?”

Regretfully, El explained, “I can’t stand the smell of people for a long period. I begin to get repulsed with familiarity and can no longer be around that person. It’s a curse and a part of my condition.” Shrugging, he huffed. “I have always been honest in my pursuit. It has been the other party that changed the terms.”

“And since I work for you?”

“It’ll be a blessing and curse for you. Once my desire wanes, I will still need your services. It’s why I keep the tape around my desk. I’ll begin to order you farther and farther away. You’re not my slave. When your debt is paid off, you can leave and pursue work away from me if I am done with you.”

“But since I signed the contract, I have to deal with you until that time?” she acknowledged.

“I don’t like the choice of words, but that would be your fate.”

Iris understood she would suffer the most risk and wondered if being with him would be worth it.

As if reading her thoughts, El said confidently, “I am a hard man to walk away from once you get used to me, Iris.” 

Dammit, she started to blush again, which started the chemistry of her attraction to him. Her body responded so well, and she just knew there was so much more he could do to her, but he needed her full permission for her mind and body.

El would accept no less.

Reaching his hand to her, El asked, “Are you ready to be mine and mine only, Iris?”

Why didn’t she want anything else? Was she making a deal that could desecrate her mind and heart? Would her soul survive El?

She wanted this! She desired this! She had to have this!

“Yes,” Iris answered, taking his hand. “Yes, I will give myself to you, El.”

She was terrified and entranced by a slow, wicked grin laced his lips. 

It was the first time she saw him smile, but it was as if he was a child in a candy store, and everything inside was his, as his eyes seemed to gobble her up.

She let him guide her into the lobby again and the stairs to the top floor. In her mind, she felt consumed yet needed to take a moment to access her surroundings despite the low light. El’s proximity discombobulated her, and his intense looks gave her mixed feelings in her gut. 

“Should we be worried about someone coming through the door?” she questioned.

El assured her as he led her to a large bedroom near the top of the steps through double doors, “I’ve already locked it with the security keyfob, and we shouldn’t be bothered anymore tonight.”

In the middle was a brand-new bed. The room’s newness told Iris that the set-up had been arranged recently.

“What are you expecting from me?” she questioned. 

His shoulders slumped in disappointment upon her question. He turned away from her as if to give her a moment. She saw him removing his tie, and then he started to remove his jacket and carefully set it on a chair by the door. 

Slowly, El turned to her, and his eyes swept up her body. “If I told you everything, would you understand?”

“I can’t promise that.”

“I’m not a man who intertwines his private life with his business life, but our meeting circumstances change this for us… for me. I’m in a conundrum when it comes to you, Iris.” He stepped forward but kept his distance, hesitating to come closer to her. 

“I haven’t done anything to confuse you,” she said, knowing she had not fully let Iris out of the box. 

“I know you haven’t, Iris.” When he spoke her name, a strange, warm feeling fluttered right above her groin, making her put her palm over her stomach to calm herself. 

His eyes traveled down her body where she touched herself, and he slowly licked his bottom lip as if he wanted to touch her instead while he looked excited by his effect on her. “I can’t have you forever,” he spoke as if they had a previous conversation. “But I can enjoy this while it lasts. Do you understand this?”

“I do, El.” This was the truth because nothing good in her life lasted forever, and she needed to adopt the same mantra: ‘Enjoy this while it lasts.’ That’s what she would tell anyone who questioned her as to why she willingly slept with her boss.

“But do you understand what this is, Iris?”

Another flutter ever-growing occurred in the pit of her stomach. Her lips had gone dry from her arousal, and she had to lick them before she spoke. “This sexual situation between us will be only temporary, and we’re going to make the most of it.” 

El smirked for the second time, and she knew she was getting through to something in his soul, just as if he was making an indelible mark on her. “Every woman I’ve slept with has been carefully picked out. Their scent is unique to me, and I become obsessed with it until I get tired.”

“Mostly married,” she recalled.

That smirk on his delicious lips turned into a wicked smile. 

Iris could barely contain herself and was glad El had a great deal of distance between them because she didn’t trust herself not to fly in his arms and want to kiss him. Her eyes wandered to the neatly made four-poster bed with crisp white sheets and pillows. 

“It means I’m not a man that likes to shit where he eats. I understand the severity and emotional hardship it takes to work with someone you’ve been sexually active with or formally with.” 

“Yet you steal wives from men of business?”

He tsked his tongue. “Majority are men I’m not doing business with. There’s been some overlap, but most are with nemesis or have briefly crossed my path.” He made that usual visual sweep again of her from head to toe. “And that’s where my problem with you comes, Iris. I shouldn’t find myself wanting to involve you anymore in my life than necessary, and you’re not much of a challenge since I can tell your husband gives you no attention at all. I can barely sense him on you.” He took another step towards her. “From the first night, I knew you were neglected. My senses picked up on that immediately, but I usually don’t deal with neglected wives because there’s not much of a challenge. Yet, you…” He took a deep breath, and she found herself inhaling with him. “You’ve caught something inside me that I can’t understand. One moment, I want to absorb you, and then next, I want to push you away.”

“Because I work for you,” she surmised, loving the compliment he dropped in there. 

“I can’t afford to mess up a good thing in the office, but I desire to become intimate with you eventually, Iris.”

She looked at the bed in confusion as her mind replayed the word repeatedly, ‘Eventually.’ Looking back at him, she questioned, “So, are you only teasing me tonight?”

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